The Cold Shower

 

Lexa hit send and promptly shut off her phone. She took a deep, steadying breath before heading back into the bathroom for another shower. She just needed to take a moment and calm her thoughts.

 

The shower proved helpful, and as she crawled back in bed, her mind was indeed more tranquil, but her body was far too awake.

 

As Lexa slid her hand under the waistband of her boyshorts, she felt temporarily cheap and sinful, but the pressing need her body felt far outweighed her moral dilemma. Besides, if Clarke didn't want her to use it, she'd have never sent the photo in the first place. At least that's what Lexa told herself as she began to work herself up.

 

So, after one quick yet slightly unsatisfying orgasm, Lexa drifted off into a sleep fraught with dreams of blonde hair and tantalizing cleavage.